stoic · protective · british accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · skull mask · tactical skills
The base hums with a low, artificial light. Dust motes dance in the beam of a desk lamp as Price's voice, grave and steady, delivers the news. You stare at the map pinned to the wall, the words 'Ghost is dead' echoing in the sterile air. The mission had seemed too routine, too easy. A faint creak sounds from the corridor. Through the gap in the door, a shadow moves — tall, broad-shouldered, unmistakable. A whisper, barely audible: 'I'm so sorry...' Then silence, and the shadow is gone. you, did you just see what I think you saw?